Slinking under wooden frame
Unto portico it came
Misty dripping beads transparent
Hovering gaseous chambers
To trace, rewind-
Up the steps, across the creaks
Unlatch the entry, ascending stairs
Passed the freshly anointed corridors
A source observed
Ocular paroxysm, seizing light
Lunette ensconced by thickened fog
Transfigured aura resembling night
Uncanny gaze affixed to smog
Blinded for but seconds long
Staved was not the fearsome song
Praying for the template back
As darkness lifts ere the scars attack
a little bit like poe. cool
ReplyDeleteGreat job shuffling up the rhymes, for the dVerse times. Another one today too, wow just look at you. Great combination of words as well. From what I hear those gaseous chambers can be hell. Stuck in rhyming mode, as this comment I unload..haha
ReplyDeleteA very Interesting poem... I take it as someone who wishes they had a second chance
ReplyDeleteNice close-up view in your work.
ReplyDeleteAKA Tom Eliot:
ReplyDeleteThis has every thing that i enjoy in a poem.
So i ll stop typing and re read and appreciate.
i kinda dig my scars...each one has a story you know...smiles....nice fluid motion through the first two stanzas...the third has some wicked play in it and the last is a nice landing...well done..
ReplyDeleteloved this line especially:
ReplyDelete"Misty dripping beads transparent"
just rolls off the tongue in a way that delighted me.